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proached Brass Town, which is situate on a mo- 

 rass, with scarcely one yard elevation above the 

 bed of the river, while the natives assembled to 

 witness the grand sight presented by our arrival. 



King Boy now began to consider himself a 

 king indeed, and applying a speaking-trumpet 

 about a yard and a half long to his lips, as he 

 stood in a conspicuous part of the canoe, bawled 

 out with stentorian lungs, " Devil-ship (mean- 

 ing the steamers) no will ! King Boy no will ! 

 Devil-ship no will ! King Boy no will ! King 

 Boy all same King Obie ! King Boy big, all same 

 King Obie ! Palaver set — palaver set !" with 

 a great deal more about himself, at which I was 

 highly amused. 



The first place we stopped at was a few 

 hundred yards below King Boy's residence, at 

 the Ju-ju man's, or priest's, hut. This person 

 wore a small piece of white calico round his 

 loins. He waded up to his knees in mud, 

 and received the presents sent him from Mr. 

 Lander. I do not know whether all were given 

 him or not, but Boy gravely delivered over to 

 him a red coat, a bottle of rum, and a jug made 

 after the figure of a Greenwich pensioner. — On 

 the bank, near the canoe, sat a shrivelled old 



